There's a Glimpse that flees
at any attempt of a grasp,
there, just behind my eyes
in the shadow of wonder
and I on the brink seeming
eons now or a world away;
the Glimpse impresses on me
divinity yet of something
perhaps I should be concerned.
I, I just want to lick the dream
from it's sweet tease of a promise
and get to where I am going.
